Changle Fang, inside the Monster Hunting Division.

A middle-aged man was playing, a blood bead the size of a baby's thumb, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his deep eyes were filled with joy and relief.

The middle-aged man wears a black uniform and a plain cloak, and the gossip diagram embroidered on the cloak is unique and unique.

It starts with the Zhen hexagram due east, and in clockwise order: Xun hexagram is southeast, Lili hexagram is due south, Kun hexagram is southwest, Dui hexagram is due west, Qiangua is northwest, Kan hexagram is due north, and Gen hexagram is northeast.

He kept his sword on his side and hung it around his waist.

He was handsome and tall, his arms were broad and powerful, his bearing was magnificent, his heavenly court was full, the bridge of his nose was high, his cheekbones and eyebrow bones were protruding, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his pupils were light brown, and he was actually half of Nanban blood.

Regarding the Nanban, there is such a record in the "History of Qian": "From time to time, there are Nanban legions, all of them carry gold hoops, wear silver pendants, their bodies are like pillar clouds, spears and spears, rattan ropes and iron armor, and they are powerful and invincible. ”

He looked at the blood bead and muttered to himself: "Senior brother, senior brother, that kid in your family has grown up, and he doesn't need to suppress the power of the bloodline in his body anymore, but I'm afraid he hates you to the core!" As the saying goes, fathers and sons go into battle, senior brother, the path you choose is not easy to walk! ”

At this time, there were footsteps accompanied by the sound of speaking: "Shang Qing, see the master in a while, you have a better attitude." ”

The middle-aged man suddenly put away the blood beads, and his face became expressionless as soon as he put away his happy expression.

He glanced at the empty desk, and pulled out a yellowed book from under the table, which was covered with dust, but he looked through it with style.

"Meng Huai'an has seen the master."

Meng Huai'an bowed his hand, Shang Qing looked at the expressionless man on the seat, his brows were slightly locked, and the books were reversed.

"Meng Huai'an, what's the matter with seeing this master?" The middle-aged man asked.

Meng Huai'an didn't speak, he cast a look at the other party, and the middle-aged man received the signal, coughed lightly, and put the book in his hand on the desk without a trace.

"It's Shang Qing who has something to discuss with the master." Meng Huai'an said at this time.

The middle-aged man felt weak for no reason, and pretended to be calm: "Tell me, what's the matter!" ”

Shang Qing looked at him and didn't speak.

Meng Huai'an hurriedly laid out the plan he had just drawn up in Jingzhao Mansion.

The middle-aged man sitting on the Tieli wooden seat pondered for a moment: "Okay, I'll go to Qintianjian now." ”

After he finished speaking, he got up, slowly walked to the bottom of the hall, deliberately stopped beside Shang Qing, and saw that the other party did not mean to speak, his face showed helpless bitterness, and he raised his legs and walked.

"The beads are for you!" Shang Qing suddenly spoke.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his body paused slightly, and he immediately set off and quickened his pace.

Qin Tianjian, Star Picking Tower.

The white-robed old Taoist was in the sky, and a girl in purple was bored and threw a bamboo ball, no matter how far it was thrown, the fat corgi would take the trouble to put the ball back into the girl's hand.

"Pudding."

A deep voice suddenly sounded.

The corgi named 'Pudding' was holding a bamboo ball in his mouth, and quickly ran to the arms of the purple-clothed girl, signaling the girl to hold it tightly. The girl took out the bamboo ball in its mouth, and put a slight force on her hand.

"Woo Woo Woo ~~~~~~"

Pudding suddenly bared his teeth and was extremely fierce.

The purple-clothed girl smiled and hugged the pudding, "Pudding, be a little more fierce, let your uncle Shangguan see and understand." ”

Pudding instantly stopped crying, hurriedly jumped back into the girl's arms, and licked the girl affectionately.

Shangguan Jinghong stretched out his huge palm, lifted the pudding with one hand and put it at his feet, and then put the "Ming Hong" knife on his waist that could split mountains and rivers in front of it, and the pudding immediately sat obediently, showing a bright smile to the extremely tall middle-aged man in front of him.

"Pudding, don't be afraid, bite him......" The girl in purple cheered it on.

Shangguan stared at him, and Pudding didn't dare to move, but smiled even brighter.

The girl in purple held her forehead with one hand, and she didn't see it.

"Jinghong, you don't solve the emperor's worries in the department, why do you have the leisure to come to Lao Dao here to tease the dog?" The white-robed old man opened his eyes.

"The national teacher has no last resort, and the deduction is unparalleled, so you might as well guess it?" Shangguan Jinghong picked up the knife at his feet, sat down cross-legged in front of Lao Dao, and crossed the knife on his legs.

The white-robed old man simply closed his eyes again: "Only children guess!" ”

The girl in purple threw the bamboo ball in her hand, and the pudding immediately chased after her, hiding from a distance, and playing with the ball by herself. The girl covered her mouth and smiled: "The lord of the lawsuit, what are you doing with wine?" ”

"Rainbow, that's what's wrong with you!" The white-robed old Taoist suddenly opened his eyes and said angrily: "The old Taoist has promised Ting'er that from now on, she will quit drinking!" ”

Having said that, he kept winking at Shangguan Jinghong, making his eyes color.

"Uncle Shi, what's wrong with your eyes?" The girl in purple asked with a concerned expression.

"It's okay, it's okay, the sand is in my eyes." Lao Dao flatly denied that he wanted to drink.

Shangguan Jinghong held back a smile, took off the wine gourd on his waist, opened the gourd stopper, and shook it a few times in front of the old Taoist, the old Taoist priest leaned his nose forward, and he was intoxicated just by smelling it.

Shangguan Jinghong quickly plugged the stopper, with a look of regret: "It's a pity, it's a pity, this wine was originally used by the ancestor to entertain the guest of Qingyu Mountain, and I specially begged the ancestor to give me a gourd to bring to the national teacher." ”

The white-robed old man blew his beard and glared, snatched the wine gourd, and said angrily: "That old widower, such a good wine is not afraid of bad abuse."

Then he turned his head sideways and said to the purple-clothed girl with a flattering face: "Ting'er, Uncle Shi tastes a bite, just take a bite, how about it?" ”

"Well, Uncle Shi, you can drink it if you want!" The girl in purple said empathetically.

Before the words fell, the white-robed old man couldn't wait to pull out the gourd stopper, shook the gourd first, sniffed it again, and enjoyed it.

"Alas~ Sister Yufei, Senior Sister can't stand you, why are you in retreat again, Uncle Shi's Star Picking Building is fun, the mountains are high and the road is far away, and the mountains are small at a glance." The girl in purple was sad on the side.

The white-robed old man's face froze when he heard this, this national teacher with high power in the big cadre position, after all, did not dare to face Xuandu Mountain, there was a little girl named "Zhao Yufei", that resentful eyes.

He stupidly plugged the gourd stopper and stuffed the wine gourd into Shangguan Jinghong's hand: "Shangguan Jinghong, next time you dare to blatantly bring wine to the Star Tower, Lao Dao will throw you down." ”

Blatantly no, quietly doable?

Shangguan Jinghong understands!

The purple-clothed girl smiled, turned around and ran towards Pudding, picking it up, "Pudding, let's go, let's go to your Uncle Sanbao." ”

The girl suddenly turned around, looked at the wine gourd beside Shangguan Jinghong, stepped on the small broken steps, squatted down elegantly, stood up elegantly, and then stepped on the small broken steps again.

The white-robed old Dao Zhao Fuyao and Shangguan Jinghong were stunned by the old man's brown eyes.

With a wave of the white-robed old man's wide sleeves, the air flow rolled, and the chessboard not far away slowly floated up, and then landed steadily between the two.

"Jinghong, I'm here, how about talking about a game with the old Taoist?"

Shangguan Jinghong nodded, and dragged a sentence: "I don't dare to ask for it." ”